Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.